"Ezrien," hindi makapaniwalang banggit ko sa pangalan niya habang nakatulala sa kaniyang mukha.
He had grown taller, his frame more defined, exuding a commanding presence. His once-boyish features had sharpened into something undeniably manly. His hair, now dyed stark white, was slightly long and tied into a neat man bun, giving him an air of effortless confidence. His pale skin accentuated the constellation of moles scattered across it, and those thick, well-shaped eyebrows only added to the intense, almost defiant aura he carried.
Dressed in a black leather jacket that clung to his broad shoulders, black cargo pants that hinted at a readiness for anything, and tactical boots that barely made a sound as he moved, he looked every bit like someone who had been through hell and back. His
